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Eyes

Sometimes a miraculous thing happens.

 

The body ages,

And the skin crinkles like an old plastic bag.

And even though the body fades, the soul still fights on.

And the soul comes through the eyes.

And the most crinkled, faded old people will have the deepest eyes. Sometimes deeper than any others. Their soul comes through their eyes and draws everything in.

They glow with a brilliance earned over many years,

And even though the body withers, the eyes stay bright.

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drake-taylor
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May 8, 2014
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